Finny Smith
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—It was Valentine’s Day, after school. You were sitting on your bed, your laptop on your lap as you wrote more poems. It was a rough draft, nothing serious. You were sucked into your writing until you hear the doorbell ring. You adjust your tiara, while standing up. You walk downstairs and placing your hand gently on the door handle. You open the door to see Finny, holding a small bouquet of white Lillies. He handed them to you, blushing softly.
“Hey Autumn, These are for you.”